Alyona stood in the middle of the kitchen holding the divorce papers. Her fingers trembled slightly—not from fear, but from indignation. Stepan was sprawled at the table, lounging in his chair with the air of a man who owned the universe. “Out of your apartment?” she repeated, trying to stay calm. “Stepan, this is my […]
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I asked you to tell me when you were going to the doctor! Why didn’t you tell me?” Zinaida Fyodorovna’s voice cut into the apartment’s morning silence like a fire siren. Ksenia froze in the entryway, handbag still in her hand. She had just come back from the women’s clinic, where she’d been registered for […]
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Alla stood in the middle of the living room, clutching a damp rag in her hands. A wine stain was spreading across the floor—the trace of a glass that had been “accidentally” knocked over. Vyacheslav sat on the couch, buried in his tablet, pretending not to notice what was happening. “You’re sleeping in the kitchen […]
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Isolde stood at the kitchen stove, mechanically stirring a vegetable stew. How many times had she repeated these motions over the past few years? Thousands? Tens of thousands? In the next room, Pavel was watching yet another TV series, occasionally chuckling at the main character’s jokes. She could hear him flipping channels, stopping now on […]
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